Awake to understand you are not dreaming It is not seaming just to be this way Dying men draw numbers in the air Dream to conquer little bits of time Scuffle with the crowd to get their share And fall behind their little bits of time

Voices in the air Sympathetic harmony Coming from the trees

Hanging at my door Many shiny surfaces Clinging in the breeze

Oh, leave me where I am I am not losing If I am choosing not to plan my life Disillusioned savior search the sky Wanting to just to show someone the way Asking all the people passing by Doesn't anybody want the way

I say goodbye to Joseph and Maria They think I see another sky And from my fallen window I still see them I'll never free them from the sky